or so rafayel might have claimed. in reality, while he's sure kabru is racking his brain over something, he doesn't think he understands it. life was too short to get caught up on accidentally eating paints. besides, he'd like to think he knows exactly what goes into them since he creates each color himself. not that it probably makes it any more or less toxic, but shhh.
instead, he makes sure kabru is all clean before throwing the towel back on the counter. he figures thomas will clean it up for the both of them later. or the hired help, whichever got to first. before, he tugs on kabru's hand. ]
Honestly, I might have forgotten to eat. Sometimes when I get really into it, it's the next day before I realize it. So you could say you're doing me a favor by being here.
[ he lifts a hand up and rubs kabru's cheek with his now clean hands. ]
But, you look good now. Maybe this was your color all along, cutie. [ was it because of the lighting from the bathroom window and the position of the sun here as opposed to the outside? he isn't sure, but he likes seeing kabru here. ]
[It doesn't surprise him at all that Rafayel would forget to eat. The other man was so focused at times, it was like the rest of the world did not exist. Kabru would certainly remind him if it came to that, even if some would say that makes it hypocritical of him as someone who also often forgets to eat. Nobody eating in this house damn...
He could make a remark about that, but Rafayel was getting distracted by something else now. Was he staring at him, specifically? There's a warm hand by his cheek, and the direct eye contact is unmistakable. There's a certain tension in the air, and it's hard to tell if it's mutual or if he's the only one feeling it. For someone who often lays on the charm with other people, he's thrown off balance when given that same treatment.
-- 'Cutie'???? There's definitely a shift in mood. He isn't overthinking this! ]
[ But what is the best course of action? Should he respond by flirting back? He's more than capable of this, but ... with preparation! Kabru's caught so by surprise, he's actually flustered, unable to think of something charming to say to keep that mood going. ]
Do you ... think so? You've never called me that before. [ Still, he doesn't hate the attention, face tilted slightly into Rafayel's hands. ]
[ an easy smile remains on his lips as he watches kabru struggle to find the words to say. he isn't offended by the lack of reciprocation, and instead he seems to find pleasure in it. it wasn't exactly a rejection, at least.
besides, the more kabru seemed to ruminate, the more rafayel seemed keen on not overthinking it. he still holds kabru's cheek as he speaks. ] Really? You sure you just didn't brush me off? [ he's just kidding, and it likely shows in the way he isn't actually pouting for once. ]
Before you take me too seriously, it might have just been because I was giving you some time to think about it. But, you know I don't like waiting for long. [ honestly, rafayel thought he made himself painfully obvious at times. it wasn't like he let a lot of people come past the clear boundaries he sets. then again, like kabru, he did often mask his true feelings and intentions. though, not out of any real fondness for other people. ]
[ Did he brush him off before? It's possible. With the other man's playful nature, it's hard to tell what might be genuine and what might be said in jest. It would be an absolute disaster to assume that Rafayel was flirting and reciprocate it only to be told it was all a joke. That's probably the reason Kabru is thrown off balance right now, scrambling to understand this man's intentions so he doesn't make a wrong move and embarrass himself.
This seems to be a confirmation, more than anything. He was right about the mood that was set! ]
[ the question actually manages to take rafayel off-guard for once. he isn't sure how sincere it is, but there's a brief moment in which his eyes seem to study kabru's; as if attempting to ascertain how much of it was real before he shakes his head slightly. ]
Weeell, maybe just a little bit. But, if you ask me to forgive you, I will.
[ is that really how it works? maybe not, but he sticks to his words, regardless. when kabru comes in closer, rafayel also leans in, just enough so that his breath tickles his lips; just enough where he could almost envision what he would taste like. as an artist, he needed at least that much imagination, right? ]
[ It's not exactly sincere, even if the desire to be close and intimate with Rafayel is. Kabru's pleased about finally understanding the situation and eager to see how things go, and that might be the reason he's feeling confident now, deciding to put on his usual moves.
Since this is what they're doing, Kabru helps himself, wrapping his arms around Rayafel's neck. He rises slightly and captures his lips in a kiss, enjoying the light sweetness of the other man. It's chaste for now, and once he's finished he doesn't let Rafayel go just yet. ]
[ normally, maybe people would have been thrilled at the prospect of sharing a kiss with the object of their affections. however, rafayel, for a moment... only thinks about how his plans for a first kiss in the gardens failed. you know, after he names a brand new species of flower after him and all that...
thanks kabru.
ideal scenario aside, he does feel his heart beat rise, and heat reach his cheeks. whatever ideas or thoughts he may have carried seem to disperse easily enough, especially as he places his hand on the back of kabru's head, his fingers intertwining with locks of his hair. his ears are definitely red, but his eyes... almost look unfocused. ] No, not yet. [ ... and he draws in for another kiss, then another. is this yaoi... ]
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or so rafayel might have claimed. in reality, while he's sure kabru is racking his brain over something, he doesn't think he understands it. life was too short to get caught up on accidentally eating paints. besides, he'd like to think he knows exactly what goes into them since he creates each color himself. not that it probably makes it any more or less toxic, but shhh.
instead, he makes sure kabru is all clean before throwing the towel back on the counter. he figures thomas will clean it up for the both of them later. or the hired help, whichever got to first. before, he tugs on kabru's hand. ]
Honestly, I might have forgotten to eat. Sometimes when I get really into it, it's the next day before I realize it. So you could say you're doing me a favor by being here.
[ he lifts a hand up and rubs kabru's cheek with his now clean hands. ]
But, you look good now. Maybe this was your color all along, cutie. [ was it because of the lighting from the bathroom window and the position of the sun here as opposed to the outside? he isn't sure, but he likes seeing kabru here. ]
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He could make a remark about that, but Rafayel was getting distracted by something else now. Was he staring at him, specifically? There's a warm hand by his cheek, and the direct eye contact is unmistakable. There's a certain tension in the air, and it's hard to tell if it's mutual or if he's the only one feeling it. For someone who often lays on the charm with other people, he's thrown off balance when given that same treatment.
-- 'Cutie'???? There's definitely a shift in mood. He isn't overthinking this! ]
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Do you ... think so? You've never called me that before. [ Still, he doesn't hate the attention, face tilted slightly into Rafayel's hands. ]
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besides, the more kabru seemed to ruminate, the more rafayel seemed keen on not overthinking it. he still holds kabru's cheek as he speaks. ] Really? You sure you just didn't brush me off? [ he's just kidding, and it likely shows in the way he isn't actually pouting for once. ]
Before you take me too seriously, it might have just been because I was giving you some time to think about it. But, you know I don't like waiting for long. [ honestly, rafayel thought he made himself painfully obvious at times. it wasn't like he let a lot of people come past the clear boundaries he sets. then again, like kabru, he did often mask his true feelings and intentions. though, not out of any real fondness for other people. ]
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This seems to be a confirmation, more than anything. He was right about the mood that was set! ]
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I shouldn't have kept you waiting. I'm sorry. Was it lonely? [ Kabru steps closer, eager to progress things now that the air is cleared up. ]
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Weeell, maybe just a little bit. But, if you ask me to forgive you, I will.
[ is that really how it works? maybe not, but he sticks to his words, regardless. when kabru comes in closer, rafayel also leans in, just enough so that his breath tickles his lips; just enough where he could almost envision what he would taste like. as an artist, he needed at least that much imagination, right? ]
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Since this is what they're doing, Kabru helps himself, wrapping his arms around Rayafel's neck. He rises slightly and captures his lips in a kiss, enjoying the light sweetness of the other man. It's chaste for now, and once he's finished he doesn't let Rafayel go just yet. ]
Will you forgive me now?
sorry i'm late
thanks kabru.
ideal scenario aside, he does feel his heart beat rise, and heat reach his cheeks. whatever ideas or thoughts he may have carried seem to disperse easily enough, especially as he places his hand on the back of kabru's head, his fingers intertwining with locks of his hair. his ears are definitely red, but his eyes... almost look unfocused. ] No, not yet. [ ... and he draws in for another kiss, then another. is this yaoi... ]